User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20110809073629/@comment-25220117-20110810162343

''The throne room of the crumbling palace of Sampetra, naught but a ghost of the beauty it once was, was empty, except for the ferret at his throne. It was difficult getting Sampetra back, not only thanks to the cowardice of his fellow corsairs if they returned to pirating, and the island somehow fell back to siege, from those strange mice and their friends from across the seas...But also, from the continuous "visits" of the otters looking for new prey...Yes, it as hard to fight back the otter raiders. Yes, it was hard to to strike back the old seafaring spark into his comrades. But Sampetra has returned, finding it's place on the map as a pirate stronghold, haven, and capital again. But something bothered him, nipping at his guts. Something should be done about...The ferret continued talking quietly to himself, until a rat stumbles into the ruins. Madrigal looks up to see the rat was Uttag, one of the Captains, and a "peacekeeper", as he liked to call those he chose to keep things in Sampetra..."To his liking". The ferret stood up'' "Aye?" Uttag did a quick bow, which looked more like some kind of spasm "Cap'n Madrigal, Valrid an' Kalderk say they saw sails on th' 'orizon...An' them sails weren't those o'a corsair..." Madrigal spits "'Ave Valrid rouse `is crew. Them sails better be sinkin' t'th' Ocean floor!" ''The rat scurries out, closing the rotted-wood doors with a creak. The ferret settled back down on the throne, scratching his chin. Now he remembered...The otter crews...''